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Just over a week ago I saw a post on a friend’s Facebook page with a picture of a desk and it said, “free! come and get it!” I immediately texted said friend and asked if it was still outside and he said yes and Dale and I jumped into the truck and headed over to grab it.
I rearranged some things in my studio: I moved my sewing table into the guest room, I packed up my fiber stash (I can’t even remember the last time I sat at the spinning wool), I moved my Cricut supplies out of the cabinet they were in and into the bench where the fiber had been, and then I moved that cabinet on out of the room. You can see how the studio used to look here, if you’d like.
It was a very simple process and literally took less than 30 minutes. And then Dale and I brought this desk upstairs and put it under the window and I sighed with contentment.
It’s in near perfect condition and it fits under the window like it was made to go there. I have wanted a space like this in my studio forever . . . a space to sit and plan and stare out the window, a space to work on my computer and write lists and make plans, a space to journal, a space with great lighting for zoom meetings, a space to work on OLW and to create art.
I’ve already spent more time in this room than ever before and I love it. My buddies cuddle in the chair to my left to keep me company and it’s all just . . . good.
Could I have bought a desk and had it here ages ago? Absolutely. But I never did because, you know, shopping and making decisions and . . . ugh. This free one, though? Perfection.
And the truck is already paying for itself, too.